Wu Jingjing nestled in Bai Yiran's arms, crying for a long time. Bai Yiran took the opportunity to carefully observe Wu Jingjing's injuries.
There was a rather long cut on her forehead, the wound was quite deep, still oozing blood, and the edges had already started to become inflamed and swollen. Her arms and legs also had cuts and bruises of varying depths, some needing stitches, others needing medication. In short, Wu Jingjing's injuries require prompt treatment, otherwise, if they become infected, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Jingjing, be good, let's have the doctor take a look, okay?" Wu Jingjing had so many wounds that Bai Yiran was even afraid to touch her body.
Wu Jingjing looked at Bai Yiran with tearful eyes, "Aunt Yiran, those police want to catch my dad. Did my dad do something wrong outside, is that why the police want to arrest him?"
